The Indianapolis journal. [volume] (Indianapolis [Ind.]) 1867-1904, 1887-02-08
SHE WAS NOT AN ELOPER.
How Pretty Married Woman of Logansport
Proved Herself Innocent of Suspicion.

Logansport lady, en- route home from Jeffer-
vile, had somewhat trying and rather ludicrous
experience in this city, a few days ago. She is
married and thirty-two years DID, but her beauty
is Of the fresh type that gives her the
appearance of being ten years. younger. The
story Of her experience is we'll told
by the Logansport journal, which says,
Although the ubiquitous drummer attempted
to get one glance from her, and the brakeman
on the train attempted to get into her good
graces by asking her If he'aouldn't do something
to contribute to her ease and pleasure, she
needed them rot, and religiously obeyed the in
junction to speak to no one but the conductor"
All went we'll until the train arrived at Indian
apolis. AS soon as it came to a stop there three
policemen boarded the train and walked through
the cars, cycling all the female passengers close
ly. They eyed the lady bound for Logansport
more closely than anyone else They walked
through the car again. and then again, and then
they consulted, and two of the policemen took a
seat in front of the fair woman and one of them
behind her. AT last one of them looked her
squarely in the face and inquired her name her
residence, her age, her destination and a
hundred other questions that police and news
paper reporters alone can think Of. These in
Quiries were all answered truthfuly Then the
police held another consultation, and although
the conductor hollered "all aboard" at the de-
mand of the officers he held the train for fifteen
minutes. At last one of the blue coats ap-
preached the lady and in voice saturated with
beer and authority demanded:
Amt your name Mary Allenf
No. sir, it's not
I" Didn't you eope this morning with young
man from Louisvillep
mo SIR"
"'Well, we are looking for this girl She is
eighteen and described as very pretty and you
answer the description exactly
The lady smiled one of her sweetest smiles,
and, after thanking the officer for the charming
compliment that had been paid her, went down
into her carpetsack and fshed out a handful
OF credentials that proved beyond the shadow of
doubt that she was not on an clipping expedi-
ton. She showed him letters addressed to Mrs.
Soand so,' a photograph of her husband pair
OF yarn socks that wanted darning' and last
but not least, pair of pantaloons with two port
holes in the seat. and a marble, two skate KEYS
and Sunday school lesson-leaf in one pocket.
boy, and she had taken them with her expecting
to find time to mend them while she visited her
brothers folks She offered to go deeper into the
recesses of her grip and bring additional
evidences of her identity to the surface,
but the officers called halt. They were
satisfied There was sign of loves
young dream in that grip. Down deeper there
might be cold mInce pie, but there were certainly
no orange blossoms. They apologized and
smiled, and the lady accepted the apology and
bushed and smiled, and the conductor smiled,
and as soon as the passengers learned the facts
they smiled and the engine whooped and the
cars fairly shook their sides 1t was aioke, and
the pretty lady bound for Logansport was the
bright particular star on that train. She's well
known here, but the Journal las been bought
off, and will not tell her name" ~